On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The fragrance of tea, fruit, powder, girl's body fragrance, woman's fragrance... mixed into a heart-stirring rich aroma.

The charming voice, mournful whispers, ignorant murmurs, and gentle breathing are interwoven into a captivating nocturne.

The plump breasts, beautiful face, charming figure, gentle service and ambiguous touch constitute a vivid picture of extreme temptation.

All the women tried their best, with seductive eyes, fragrant breath, and body language full of suggestion and provocation, trying to ignite even the slightest fire of desire in this young nobleman.

However, Lin Zhen, who was in the center of this erotic vortex, still maintained a lazy posture and even closed his eyes slightly, as if he was enjoying this all-round service.

He picked up the tea offered by the Fourth Concubine and took a sip; he let the Sixth Concubine pass the lychees to his lips (but did not open his mouth); he felt the clumsy wiping of the Ninth Concubine and the just-right massage and pounding of the other concubines.

His body was relaxed, his breathing was steady, and there was a subtle hint of enjoyment on his face.

But deep in those deep eyes, there is always a cold and calm pond!

There is no fluctuation of desire, no pleasure of appreciation, only a condescending scrutiny and an indifference that sees through everything.

Every inch of muscle in his body was relaxed. Even the most subtle physiological reactions, such as the rolling of his Adam's apple and the acceleration of his breathing, did not appear. It was as if these vivid beauties before him were just a group of puppets performing an elaborate show.

Just when this charming atmosphere seemed to have reached its peak and all the women held their breath, waiting for even the slightest sign of his affection—

Lin Zhen slowly opened his eyes.

Those deep eyes are clear, cold and sharp!

Like two sharp blades tempered with ice, they instantly pierced through all the carefully created erotic illusions!

His gaze, like a cold searchlight, first fell on the face of the fourth concubine who was closest to him and the most charming.

"What has Wang Youde done? Or, what do you all know?" The calm tone was as if asking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

The charming smile on Fourth Aunt’s face froze instantly!

Like a frozen mask!

The teacup in her hand shook almost imperceptibly, and a few drops of scalding tea splashed out, scalding the back of her hand red, but she was completely unaware.

The huge fear and pent-up resentment erupted like a volcano!

She lowered her head suddenly, her voice trembling with uncontrollable hatred:

"Your Highness, that old thief is insatiable. In order to seize the ten acres of paddy fields inherited from Widow Li's family west of the city, he ordered his servants to pour kerosene on the fields in the dead of night and set them on fire, burning Widow Li and her eight-year-old son alive!"

When she finished speaking, her voice choked, her body trembled violently, and her eyes were filled with tears, but those tears were filled with overwhelming hatred!

The carefully constructed seductive look collapsed in an instant, leaving only a face distorted by pain and fear.

Lin Zhen's eyes shifted calmly, as if he had just heard something insignificant. He turned his gaze to the blushing Sixth Aunt, who was holding a lychee to his lips.

"What about you?" The voice remained calm.

The Sixth Aunt was shocked all over!

It's like being stabbed by an invisible icicle!

The lychee in her hand fell onto the smooth gold brick floor with a "click", splashing the juice everywhere!

She seemed to have lost all her strength, her body shook violently, and tears burst out like a flood!

She could no longer maintain the deliberately mournful posture she had created, and fell to her knees with a plop, covering her face with her hands, and letting out an uncontrollable, heart-wrenching cry:

"Wuwuwu... Your Highness, I was originally the daughter of a scholar from the east city. That old villain took a fancy to my beauty and took advantage of my father's serious illness to force me into his house. My father died of anger and hatred because of this, Wuwuwu..."

She cried bitterly, curled up into a ball, her pretty face completely wet with tears, filled with despair and resentment that penetrated deep into her bones.

Lin Zhen's gaze swept over to the Ninth Aunt who was kneeling at his feet and clumsily untying his garters.

"And you?" His voice was filled with a subtle hint of amusement.

Ninth Aunt was so frightened by this cold question that she trembled all over!

The movement of his hands froze instantly!

She raised her head, her clear, innocent eyes filled with confusion and fear. She looked at the weeping Sixth Aunt and the trembling Fourth Aunt. Her face turned pale and she stammered, "I...I...that old thief...he...he falsely accused Zhang Ada, a tea farmer in the north of the city, of tax evasion...put him in jail...broke his leg! And...cut out his tongue! And forced him...forced him to sign a confession! The tea garden...the tea garden was taken over by the old thief!"

The innocent and naive look disappeared, leaving only fear and indignation.

Lin Zhen's gaze finally fell on the women behind him who were massaging his shoulders.

They had already stopped moving out of fear, their faces were pale, their bodies were stiff, and they dared not breathe.

"What about you?" Lin Zhen's voice was like the final judgment.

"Your Highness... Your Highness... Master... Master, in order to curry favor with the salt merchant from Yangzhou... He... He forced his concubine, whom the salt merchant disdained... on our master... That woman... That woman refused... She was... She was beaten to death by Master..."

The entire hall fell into silence in an instant.

There was only the sound of Sixth Aunt's suppressed sobbing and the women's heavy, frightened breathing.

The erotic and charming atmosphere just now disappeared, leaving only cold accusations, overwhelming hatred and boundless fear filling and fermenting in the air.

The carefully prepared temptation seemed so pale, ridiculous and desperate in the face of this bloody accusation.

Lin Zhen listened quietly, with no expression on his face.

He allowed the Fourth Concubine to speak with hatred, allowed the Sixth Concubine to cry heart-wrenchingly, allowed the Ninth Concubine to make ignorant accusations, and allowed the concubines to confess in fear.

He even picked up the cup of tea that had long since gone cold and took a sip, his posture still calm and relaxed, as if the collapse and crying around him were just insignificant background noise.

When the last echo of the accusation dissipated in the silent hall, Lin Zhen slowly put down the teacup.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze as if weighing down the trembling women kneeling on the ground. It was as if he were examining a group of goods waiting to be sold.

"You want to live, right?"

All the women's hearts instantly jumped to their throats! Their eyes flashed with a strong desire to survive!

"I do!" Fifth Aunt took the lead, her voice filled with tears and determination, "I beg Your Highness to have mercy!"

"If you want to live, you can." Lin Zhen's voice was filled with the coldness of someone who controlled life and death.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze pressing upon them like a substance:

"Then it depends on your performance."